Chapter 549: Sixth Mouse

Chapter 549: Sixth Mouse

There was a famous town named Joy Town about fifteen kilometers to the south of Bei You City, and next to the town was a mountain named Blissful Mountain. The Buddhist Hall of Joy was located at its peak.

A mountain was just a mountain until someone noteworthy and decided to give it a name. That was the case for Blissful Mountain. Blissful Mountain used to be an ordinary, nameless mountain, and Joy Town used to be called something else until Joy Bodhisattva founded the Buddhist Hall of Joy.Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

When Ye Qing arrived at Joy Town, the place was already overflowing with people. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the shirts blotted out the ground, and sweat fell like a rain.

Most of them weren’t here to attend Joy Bodhisattva’s Trueman feast though. They were just here to partake in the festivities.

Did they not want to attend Joy Bodhisattva’s Trueman feast? Of course they did. They just weren’t qualified. Those who did had either received an invitation letter from Joy Bodhisattva, or were big shots in their own right. No one else had the right to ascend Blissful Mountain at this time.

Even so, countless jianghu warriors came to Joy Town to experience this once-in-a-lifetime event. It wasn’t every day a Trueman feast was held, and a Grandmaster offered to share their insight after all. Even if they couldn’t attend the feast itself, there was no harm in witnessing a Trueman’s power and broadening one’s horizon.

Most importantly, the world itself changed when a Grandmaster decided to share their knowledge in public. It was also highly probable that Joy Town would be caught up in whatever phenomenon the sermon created. If they could gain something from this, then it would be worth it.

But of course, most of them were really hoping to sneak up Blissful Mountain and slip into the Buddhist Hall of Joy in secret. If they succeeded, and they were spotted by a senior or a powerful faction, then their lives would be changed forever.

There were even some people who were looking to duel with a famous warrior in hopes of becoming famous overnight.

Ye Qing himself saw many unfortunate bastards trying to sneak up Blissful Mountain only to have their asses kicked by the disciples of the Buddhist Hall of Joy and thrown out.

It was a shameful experience as a matter of course, but since this was a celebration day for the Buddhist Hall of Joy, the disciples did not take anyone’s life. As a result, a lot of people were emboldened to try again and again.

Ye Qing did not linger overly long because he had departed from the Temple of Divination a little later than expected. There was only a day left before the Trueman feast was held, so he made his way to the mountain pass as quickly as he was able.

He had just arrived at the mountain pass when two Buddhist Hall of Joy disciples stopped him in his tracks. He was just about to hand his invitation letter to the disciples when suddenly, it curled up like a snake, slipped out of his hand, hit the ground with a plop, and vanished into the crowd just like that.

“Huh?”

Ye Qing blinked and glanced at the two disciples.

The female disciple noted his confusion and reminded, “Benefactor, we cannot allow you to enter the mountain if you do not have an invitation letter.”

If even those powerful warriors could not succeed, what could a weakling like Ye Qing possibly do? His aura was weaker than most of them!

That wasn’t all. There were a good number of malicious or petty-minded people who purposely moved into Ye Qing’s way and blocked his path. It was to delay the young man and make it even more impossible for him to reclaim his invitation letter, of course.

Jianghu warriors were only all too happy to start trouble. We’re so much better than you, and yet we never even got an invitation letter. Why does a weak nobody like you get to have an invitation letter?

If we can’t have it, then no one can!

People with such a mentality would never be in the minority. Even as Ye Qing took another step, the throng of people blocking his way grew a little thicker. Their malice was more than palpable.

Ye Qing paid them no heed, however. He continued to walk forward like they didn’t exist.

It was at this moment the crowd’s malicious grins suddenly stiffened on their faces. When Ye Qing reached them, they abruptly parted as if a massive, invisible hand was parting them into two. What was strange was that not a single person seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary at all. Their expressions were slackened, and their eyes unfocused as they dumbly moved out of Ye Qing’s way.

Naturally, Ye Qing’s departure didn’t cause any commotion whatsoever.

Ye Qing continued to stride forward with confidence and leisure. Wherever he went, people automatically stepped out of the way as if he was Joy Bodhisattva herself. Just a few breaths later, Ye Qing saw the back of the thief who stole his invitation letter.

The thief was an old man with a goatee. He had a slim figure, beady eyes, and splayed incisors that gave him the appearance of a mouse.

Right now, the old man was weaving between the crowd and escaping from the crime scene as quickly as possible. There should be barely any space between the people to move at all, and yet the old man’s movement art was quite impressive. No matter how little space there was, he could always spot a hole and slip through with milimeters to spare. He seriously resembled a mouse.

The old man’s name was Shu Jianyun (Growing Clouds). Despite having a poetic, elegant name, he neither looked nor acted like such a person. In fact, he was a kleptomaniac and a pervert who stuck to the shadows far more than he ever did in the light. Because he was the sixth child of his family, the jianghu eventually gave him a fitting moniker, Sixth Mouse.

Despite his terrible moniker and reputation, Shu Jianyun hadn’t lived until old age because he was dogshit lucky. His thieving skills and movement art were so outstanding that he managed to garner some small amount of reputation in Northern Xinjiang. A lot of people even called him, “Senior Mouse” when they saw him.

But of course, Shu Jianyun was nothing before a giant like the Buddhist Hall of Joy. The fact that he didn’t receive an invitation letter was all the proof one needed to see to know what they thought of him.

Sixth Mouse came to Joy Town today to attend the Trueman feast, of course. Specifically, he was here for the knowledge sharing. He was only one small step away from manifesting his Yin God and entering the Spirit Master stage, and Joy Bodhisattva’s knowledge might just be what he needed to achieve a breakthrough.

Of course, he had to enter the Buddhist Hall of Joy first, but he did not have an invitation letter, and he wasn’t famous enough to get in with just his face either. What should he do?